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Standing there, a tall, sturdy figure.
With eyes of love and heart of joy.
Waiting for me with an open arm
I see my dad, calling my name.Plays with me, teaches me,
A stare from him might even scare me.
The reason of all my confidence,
My dad, backing me up always.I look up to him in trouble,
I party with him in triumph.
He has been my coach,
My dad, a friend to a son!